And after that he was afraid--afraid of her all his life.

Isn't it terrible that such a saintly person should have caused so much sin ?" "But what was she to him that he should have been such a coward about her ?" "Oh, he loved her more than anything on earth--for he loved my mother only a little while.

When Mrs.Gay first came to live with him, she was so beautiful and so delicate, that she looked as if a wind would blow her away--so soft that she could smother a person like a mass of feathers.

He felt after that that he had entangled himself, and it was only at the last when he was dying that he had any remorse.

With all his wickedness there was a terrible kind of religion in him--like a rock that is buried under the earth--and he wanted to save his soul alive before he passed on to judgment.